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I am wearing red today

Here’s why.

A LITANY FOR SURVIVAL

For those of us who live at the shoreline
standing upon the constant edges of decision
crucial and alone
for those of us who cannot indulge
the passing dreams of choice
who love in doorways coming and going
in the hours between dawns
looking inward and outward
at once before and after
seeking a now that can breed
futures
like bread in our children’s mouths
so their dreams will not reflect
the death of ours:

For those of us
who were imprinted with fear
like a faint line in the center of our foreheads
learning to be afraid with our mother’s milk
for by this weapon
this illusion of some safety to be found
the heavy-footed hoped to silence us
For all of us
this instant and this triumph
We were never meant to survive.

And when the sun rises we are afraid
it might not remain
when the sun sets we are afraid
it might not rise in the morning
when our stomachs are full we are afraid
of indigestion
when our stomachs are empty we are afraid
we may never eat again
when we are loved we are afraid
love will vanish
when we are alone we are afraid
love will never return
and when we speak we are afraid
our words will not be heard
nor welcomed
but when we are silent
we are still afraid

So it is better to speak
remembering
we were never meant to survive

– Audre Lorde, The Black Unicorn

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“Don’t mess with my TV”

Sweet.

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Today I early voted

Or is that “I voted early?” I kinda like the sound of “early voted.”
The following are the notes I typed into my phone as I stood in line this afternoon to cast my vote.

4:10 pm. I’m in line to early vote. There are 30 people in front of me at the county administration building. There are two poll workers. There are two folding tables set up, each with two voting booths set up. Rarely are all four occupied at the same time.

I left work early for an appointment that turned out to be cancelled; since I was driving right by, I decided to vote today instead of early tomorrow morning as I originally planned. The little city I live in (52,000) is heavily, staunchly conservative and Republican my little liberal self is generally out of place. At my usual polling place, I rarely see another black face – we are only 14% of the population here. But I’d say at least a third of the people here in line to vote are African American. The line snakes forward and doubles around like a we are waiting for a ride at an amusement park.

Right now there is a delay while they make up more envelopes. (5 minutes later) …the line is moving again. Most people seem to be here alone, on the way home from work, like me. I hear a man a few feet ahead of me saying this is his one day off during the week. Some folks greet people they know. There’s a bit of small talk, some grumbling about how long this is taking but most people seem to be okay with it.

I’m eavesdropping as hard as I can, but no one seems to be talking about the election. I wonder what that conversation would be like… if we bunch of strangers dared to talk about the election. Lots of folks are reading, a couple listening to ipods. Some texting. I wonder if anyone else is blogging.
Just a few minutes ago a young woman came thru with a basket of food – bagels, crackers, cheese, bottles of water. I joke with the woman ahead of me that someone could make a killing the next few days, especially next Tuesday. When we find out the treats are free, there is a lot more interest. I get some cheese. I already have water.

4:40. Now there are 22 people ahead of me.

5:00. I am rounding the bend. The line behind me now stretches all the way back to the entrance.

5:20. About 10 people ahead of me. For some reason, things have stalled. There are no people in the voting booths.

5:30. I’m now number 8.

5:55 I’m next.

Here is the procedure. You go to the desk where the workers are, and hand over your ID. One of the workers puts the name and address (I suppose – I couldn’t see what she was typing) into the computer. A few seconds later, a label maker prints out a bar code. The bar code is affixed to a blue envelope. You are asked to sign a paper that says you are who you are, etc I really didn’t look at it, but I signed it. Then you are given a ballot, and told to go over, do your voting at the booth, fold the ballot like so, place it in the blue envelope and seal. Then you go back over to the table, pick up a yellow envelope with your name on it and the paper you signed earlier inside of it. The blue envelope goes inside that, you seal it, and then place it in the ballot box.

So… I did all of that. I voted. And you know who I voted for.

6:02. Done.

They don’t give you an “I Voted Today” sticker for early voting. But that’s okay. Bring on November 4th.

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A Plea to Young, White, Male Obama Supporters

Petty violence, symbolic or otherwise, has never been a useful tool of critique and simply illustrates the ignorance of those who resort to it. If you cannot think your way through why, then consider Obama’s call for a “different kind of politics” where fear and loathing are met with hope and reason.

If you are considering doing something childish in the next 8 days, stop it. Stop it now.

Amen.

ETA: and read this, too:

Counter Productive And Just Damn Wrong

So listen up and I will speak very clearly. There is a big difference between standing up for yourself as compared to sneaking out under the cover of darkness to deface someone’s property and by so doing strip away their ability to feel secure in their own homes. It’s wrong when it’s done to us, and it is just as wrong when we do it to others. So stop it!

If you want to support this struggle for marriage equality, fine. There is a lot of work that needs to be done between now and next Tuesday. But if you just want to run around and play urban junior terrorist – No. that doesn’t help to stop Prop 8 any more than Ashley Todd’s self-mutilation helped the McCain campaign. We are better than that.

Yes, we are better than that. All of us – let’s not resort to what we hate. We are better than that.

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You are The Hierophant

Divine Wisdom. Manifestation. Explanation. Teaching.

All things relating to education, patience, help from superiors.The Hierophant is often considered to be a Guardian Angel.

The Hierophant’s purpose is to bring the spiritual down to Earth. Where the High Priestess between her two pillars deals with realms beyond this Earth, the Hierophant (or High Priest) deals with worldly problems. He is well suited to do this because he strives to create harmony and peace in the midst of a crisis. The Hierophant’s only problem is that he can be stubborn and hidebound. At his best, he is wise and soothing, at his worst, he is an unbending traditionalist.

What Tarot Card are You?
Take the Test to Find Out.

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No? Didn’t think so – I didn’t either until this afternoon, although the incident happened last weekend.

h/t Pam’s House Blend

Ashley Todd, as you may recall, faked being attacked by a 6′ 4″ black man who carved a (backwards) B in her face.

Nancy Takehara was actually attacked, the attacker confirming what he did.

She is an Obama Volunteer going door-to-door.

She was assualted. Her attacker has confessed.

Goetsch grabbed her by the hair and beat her on her head.

This REALLY happened.

http://www.chicagotribune.com/news/chi-ap-wi-campaignattack,0,815315.story

If she had been a white girl, you might have heard about it.

From the Chicago Tribune archives, October 20:

Goetsch tells The Journal Times in Racine that he did pull the woman’s hair and regrets his actions.

Police say their report on the incident will be forwarded to the Racine County District Attorney’s office when it’s complete.

Video including Takehara linked here.

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Yeah, these quick posts are like my mood these days – up one minute, down the next.

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